Yeah yeah yeah you’ve heard it before,
\nhopefully the movie – didn’t bore.
\nBut the Love has changed,
\nwhat was that for?
\nWell, Let me help you – with your jaw.
\nIt started as love, something begot,
\nWhen it wasn’t love, something forgot.
\nIt was alright for one,
\ninflicted with lust,
\nBut the others mightn’t’ve mustn’t must.<\/p>\n
Now Pove is like a double edged sword,
\nTwo right angles and an arch joined cord.
\nheld together, unlike a ford,
\nwith it be bound and in place,
\nas in a loving divorce.
\nPove wont let you escape without fault.
\nSomeone must break it,
\nsolve it to save salt,
\nwe just cant bear it – any more bust.
\nFove and create it,
\nthen cake becomes must.<\/p>\n
Its heaven on earth and solid as gold,
\nThe feeling you get,
\nwhen brought into the fold.
\nI’d like to see where this leads me indeed.
\nlong as I don’t end up – dead amongst reeds.<\/p>\n
Its sweet and it braizen,
\nspelling be hound, when did you quote me?
\ninfection all wound.
\nthe subtext missing,
\nthe plot all wrong.
\nThe pitch was misleading,
\nwith the tone of a gong.<\/p>\n
that stance was opposite,
\nhow I was.
\nThe facial features,
\nconcerned I gazed on.
\nI didn’t stutter = I didn’t shake,
\nI made it clear – to use a rake.
\nSo now don’t tell me,
\nI said that thing,
\nnow told, don’t ask me,
\nfor that wedding ring.<\/p>\n
For heavens sake, is that what you want?
\nafter all we’ve built?
\nand all our jaunt?
\nFor Christ be certain,
\nthey seemingly sound.
\nThat forgiveness is what,
\ntakes up less ground.
\nNo contest declared,
\nher happiness prevails.
\nNow just get on with,
\noff telling tails.<\/p>\n
Yes it true,
\nI’m not walking around.
\nnot stepping on eggshells,
\nafraid of each sound.
\nNot upsetting you,
\nwith the rude sites of me.
\nPassing each day,
\nof a phase incomplete.<\/p>\n
So maybe its true,
\nthe tears can’n do heal.
\nI keep telling myself,
\nriddled from feel.<\/p>\n
Yes memories are perceptions,
\nof memorable facts.
\nfunny stories,
\nor working for gags.
\nforgiveness takes action,
\nregression if-you-will.
\nSomething best not,
\ntaken by pill.<\/p>\n
Only understanding,
\nclarity in fact.
\nunderpinning the faith,
\nthat there’s much more than just that.
\nFrom where I stand,
\nthere more than three sixty.
\nThere’s fourty one thousand,
\ntwo hundred and fifty.
\nAngles to consider,
\nbefore being too thrifty.<\/p>\n
I held out indeed,
\nfor as long as I could.
\nembarrassment meant,
\nbeing left out in the wood.
\nBeing gone is hard,
\nI’d have to say.
\nNot being heard,
\nevery other day.<\/p>\n
Missing the kids,
\nI’d rather not discuss.
\nI’m missing them so,
\nvery very much.
\nBut they’ve grown,
\nand progressed so much.
\nI now feel like turning,
\nback into dust.<\/p>\n
To old, to white,
\nto male indeed.
\nThis worlds against me,
\nno space for more greed.<\/p>\n
so we sit back and accept,
\nthe faults of this land.
\nBlame the people,
\nfor the weather you can.
\nPay the people,
\nfor keeping their land.
\nPay them for mowing,
\npay off their van.<\/p>\n
We pay people assistance,
\nbut that not what they get.
\nThey get the directions,
\nthe warning and threats.
\nIf people really wanted,
\nto know what to do.
\nThey’d just look down.
\nAnd judge by their shoe.<\/p>\n
Kick to the curb,
\nall the no hopers.
\nprotecting the children,
\nfrom all the old gropers.
\nthrow out the men,
\nwith all their red dicks.
\nwhy don’t they stop working,
\nand give up their tricks.
\nGive in to the females,
\ninsatiable ticks.
\nThat’s where its happening,
\nTheir kicking our GICS.<\/p>\n
That’s where Fove – really can heal,
\nyou take the lower arm and aim at peace meal.
\nShes got the top,
\nshe’s gone full hood.
\nShe’s gonna keep up,
\nthe neighborhood.
\nTop that you cant,
\neven if you tried.
\nYou’d need a war,
\nand a bloody huge surprise.<\/p>\n
So were stuck with love,
\nthe really the real deal.
\nWith words like that,
\nno wonder they steal.
\nJust don’t ask me – ever again.
\nTo do it for love sake,
\nI’m a peasants keel.<\/p>\n
Pharmer Philly Phelps<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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